A honeymoon in deep waters.
The rising.
You are beyond words and ideas.
Too near to be anyone else.
I am not
because You are the nature
of every creature.
You make a bridal chamber
of every heart.
You cannot be found
I can only be replaced
and in that loss
I gain my bride.
The cheetah wears Your scent.
Each flower is Your face,
Your passion.
Beyond words and ideas
but not beyond the poetry
of a speaking soul.
Image: "Goddess Unfurled" by n.m.rai
